A shrill whistle tore through the air as a fiery bloom erupted above the throng of competitors. The ground vibrated with the echo, and in that electrifying moment, the race began. With eager anticipation, the cultivators surged forward, a tide of determination flooding the barricaded mountain path.
As soon as they crossed the barricade, most cultivators took to the sky.
Soon, the azure canvas above their heads was filled with hundreds of figures, each of them relying on their advanced level of light foot skill to get ahead in the race.
Soon, only Qiao Wei and Zhang Fengxi were left behind.
"Oh, you are still here," Zhang Fengxi grinned at Qiao Wei, who nodded at him and replied, "Great minds think alike."
The goal was to get the red flag, but the red flag's whereabouts were not disclosed. Therefore, what was the point of running faster than everyone else? They might as well use their heads and think.
